The Grand Minister Admits Defeat

"My, my, a battle like this only comes once in a thousand years. Of course we had to come and watch," Kusu said with a smile.

"You only came to watch?" Rumsshi still did not feel entirely reassured.

"Does Lord Rumsshi mean you want us to go up and help?" Kusu asked with a smile. "Wouldn't that be rather inappropriate? We'd be embarrassed to help Vegeta fight our own father."

Rumsshi: "..."

Was that what he meant by helping?

Still, that was fine. It seemed these Angels had no intention of making a move for the time being.

If they all rushed in together, could Vegeta withstand them alone?

"By the way, Kusu, what did you say just now?" Helles asked from the side. "You said Vegeta had already transformed?"

"Yes. Vegeta's appearance hasn't changed, but he is actually already using the energy of a transformation. He fused all of his transformations together and drew the energy emitted by them back into his body," Kusu explained. "That way, none of his energy leaks out, allowing him to fight for a long time."

"My, my, Vegeta is also relying on his powerful regenerative ability to continuously repair the damage caused to his body by compressing that energy inward," Vados added from the side.

"So that's how it is." Rumsshi understood.

The battle between Vegeta and the Grand Minister continued.

The two had already exchanged tens of thousands of moves.

They had been fighting for over ten minutes.

At this point, they appeared evenly matched.

Everyone present could see that Vegeta still had both hands in his pockets, with no intention of taking them out.

Even so, Vegeta had not been defeated.

As for the Grand Minister, he looked somewhat anxious and unsettled.

"You compressed all the energy of your Dual Ego